Tim is no fun
Won't come play in the sun
He just sits in his house
With his hand on the mouse
And his work will never be done
Tim is no fun
At his table for one
He hides at his place
And I miss his sweet face
I'm starting to feel a bit shunned
Allyson made me laugh.
Now I want to sing it to BNL's Brian Wilson.
Allyson, is that meter limerick?
There once was a Tim from Nantucket...
I guess so.
Allyson-
maybe if you send your poem by one of those singing telegrams.....
Who can resist a poem AND a junty little tune?
Here we are calling out Tim.
We have scansion, rythym,
And vim, but no Tim.
Allyson, you need a third stanza about DVDs for
The Inside.
Tim is no fun
For he hasn't sent one
Single DVD
Out to our Allyson
Next, he will drive her to pun
This is DAY EIGHT of Tim having the DVDs and not sharing.
Boys do not know how to share. They are not closer to the Earth.
They are not closer to the Earth.
O, No! She did not go there.